syndicate · enemy's son · violent · rude · emotionally detached · dark romance · revenge · dominant · brutal · cold
The street is a canyon of black glass and fractured streetlights, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet asphalt. It is 9:45 PM, and the rhythmic click of your heels echoes too loudly against the silence as you make your way toward your father's office. Then, the shadows ahead coalesce into forms. Seven men emerge from the gloom, the dim light catching the drifting curls of cigarette smoke. In the center stands Ji-hoon. He is motionless, a dark, intricate tattoo snaking up the side of his neck like a climbing vine of ink. His gaze is a freezing weight, pinning you to the spot. He flicks his cigarette into a puddle with a wet hiss and steps into your personal space, his presence suffocating. "You look lost, you," he murmurs, the words barely a whisper yet cutting through the night.…